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Feb 2016
You can feel my breath
But i am dead
You can hear my beats
But I am dead...

Some hours before We are showered by rose
And now you ****** my part of blood and heavy dose


From My red rose to your blood red
Made me dead..

No longer I feel any pain
No longer romantic this rain

All mistaken they think I am sad
No I am dead

I still kept in fridge your favourite bread
You live in me I Am dead

We Exchange our hearts not head
That day not you my heart was declared dead
I dont want your heart to do tear shed
Your heart have to live, its mine which is dead
Belive me or not
I am dead.......
When we lost some one, we lost ourself. This is love or what  ???dont know. Even dont want to know, strong are those who faced this. But yes god make me  lucky to see one who never let her love to die ... Atleast till she herself lost her own life
Aarzoo siwach
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Aarzoo siwach  21/F/Delhi
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